Gina Weston finally gave up. It was now two in the morning and
she still hadn’t found a suitable take-home for the evening. After
spending nearly three hours in a building filled with loud music, drugs
and hot, sexy teenagers she was still unable to pick up any of the
young girls that appeared to be so available. She shrugged her
shoulders, chugged down the last of her drink and headed for the exit.
Some nights she just went home empty-handed.

‘At least,’ she thought to herself, ‘I was able to score a little
dope!’

The twenty-eight year old woman never used the drugs herself but
usually kept a small stash for some of her young visitors. It always
made things much easier.

Although Gina lived a very conservative life of a law firm
partner during the day, at night she traveled to a nearby city to
indulge herself in the most wicked of lesbian pleasures. Her taste was
for young girls, especially between the ages of thirteen and seventeen.
She frequented raves and teen hangouts in search of her prey, but this
night, unfortunately, she had struck out.

She turned the car onto the main drag and headed for the
interstate, resigning herself to the fact that she would have to go
solo on this night. She had worked up quite a fantasy as she eyed the
sweet young girls on the dance floor. Her needy pussy was aching for
some attention.

Halfway through town, Gina’s eyes were drawn to a solitary female
figure walking on the sidewalk with her head bent slightly. As she
approached she was able to make out the short denim skirt and jacket
the walker was wearing and could plainly see a stuffed backpack on the
girls back. Her heart began to pound.

‘Damn!’ she said aloud. ‘A runaway!’

Gina had seen them on the streets before and had actually been
able to pick up a few up for an evening of nasty fun. Runaways were
excellent entertainment for the woman and she usually kept them around
for a few days before sending them on their way, back into the streets.
Gina made no bones about it. As far as she was concerned young teenage
girls were perfect sex toys and nothing else.

She slowed her approach, wishing instead that she could just jump
out and grab the girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at
the back of the teenager’s body. Her legs were long and thin and led up
to a perfectly rounded ass that showed easily in the tight skirt the
girl was wearing.

Gina guessed the girl’s age to be about fifteen as she pulled up
next to her and rolled down the electric window.

“Are you ok?” she asked, adding a touch of concern to her voice.

The girl looked over at the car and nodded.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Gina added. “This city is
dangerous at night!”

“I’m OK.” the girl answered, her voice low and muffled.

“I’m serious. This is very dangerous.” Gina said, her voice full
of motherly concern.

When the teenager stopped walking and turned to face Gina, the
older woman let out a low hiss. The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Her
innocent face was cutely framed by her short, fine, blond hair, giving
her a tomboyish appearance. Her small nose turned up slightly accenting
her full, soft lips.

“I know it’s dangerous – that’s why I’m leaving!” the teen said.

“Can I give you a ride?” Gina offered. “I’ll take you wherever
you want to go. I just can’t leave you out here like this.”

Before the girl could answer, a loud squeal of spinning tires
came from down the street. Both Gina and the teenager turned to see
what was going on. A small rundown truck slid around the corner and
headed towards the teen. There were four or five men in the back of the
pickup shouting and laughing, obviously drunk. When they caught sight
of the lone teenager they went wild.

“Hey baby! Wanna play?” one shouted

“Woo hoo! Looks like we got us some free pussy tonight after all
boys!” another added as the truck pulled closer.

“Quick! Get in!” Gina called out as she flung the passenger door
open.

The teen threw her backpack in the back seat and eagerly jumped
into the car, slamming the door behind her. Gina hit the gas, leaving a
long black stripe on the pavement and a truckload of stunned child
molesters behind. She could hear the men cursing at her as she sped
away.

“That was close!” she said as she let out a deep breath.

“Thank you.” the girl whispered back, not looking directly at
Gina.

“Glad I could help.” the woman replied, extending her hand as she
drove. “My name is Gina Weston.”

The young teenager finally turned to look at her rescuer as she
took the woman’s hand and shook it. For a second, the two of them
stared into each other’s eyes, Gina looking for vulnerability and the
runaway searching for trust. They each found what they were looking
for, although Gina’s was not that sincere.

“Leslie.” the teenager said.

“Leslie what?” Gina asked.

“Just Leslie! I don’t have a last name.”

“I see”, said the older woman, “Pissed off at your parents, huh?”

Young Leslie turned quickly towards the older woman, her eyes
wide with shock at the abrupt and frank nature with which Gina
addressed her. Such language had never been used in her home and she
was mildly amused at hearing the words coming from an adult.

“Yeah! Big time!” she said, a small smile starting to spread on
her face.

“I know how you feel!” Gina replied. “I left home when I was
fifteen also.”

Leslie paused. She was about to say that she was eighteen but so
far that story had not been believed by anyone she had met.

“Sixteen.” she lied anyhow.

“Oh – my mistake.” Gina replied apologetically although she knew
the girl was not being truthful.

“You did runaway from home though. Didn’t you?” she added.

Leslie paused again. If she told this woman she was a runaway she
might find herself at the police station and worst of all back home
with her parents – a place she didn’t want to be right now.

“No, Just missed my ride home from a party.” Leslie said flatly
as if to drop the subject.

“Well then!” Gina smiled as she spoke, as if she believed every
word. “Tell me where you live and I’ll be happy to drop you off.”

Leslie gulped loudly. She hadn’t planned far enough in advance to
cover her lies and didn’t know how to get out of the web of deceit she
was weaving for herself.

“I don’t really feel like going home yet. I thought I might just
go for a long walk.” she stuttered.

“This is no place for a beautiful young woman to be out walking
alone.” Gina cautioned, choosing her words carefully and inserting
‘beautiful’ and ‘woman’ intentionally to win the girls trust. It
worked. Leslie let out a deep breath and smiled over at her.

Eighteen-year-old Maria Hudson ran through the front door, slung
her shopping bags on the floor, and stomped up the stairs without even
a simple greeting for her mother. There were no other words for young
Maria’s behavior other than ‘rude’, ‘belligerent’ and ‘rebellious’. She
listened to no one, especially her poor mother, and did exactly as she
pleased. The evidence of her juvenile delinquency was plastered all
over her from the ‘snake bracelet’ tattooed on her ankle to the large
ring so brazenly hanging from her small left nipple. Maria was a real
problem and the young girl was going further down hill fast.

Janet Hudson didn’t know what to do with her brazen, young
daughter. She was sure the girl was into all kinds of trouble and she
felt helpless to stop her. She had tried everything imaginable to bring
her up properly but all her compassion and understanding seemed to have
failed miserably.

As she stooped to pick up the spilled merchandise Janet felt a
tinge of anger ignite inside of her. She felt like a common slave to
her daughter, always doing whatever necessary to avoid a confrontation
with the girl. It just wasn’t fair the way Maria treated her. She
worked hard throughout the week to support the both of them and the
least she deserved was a little respect from her daughter.

Janet’s anger stewed as she cleaned up the mess. She picked up
what appeared to be a fake diamond ring from the floor and upon
examining it more closely she realized it was the real thing.

‘My god!’ she thought. ‘This must be worth a fortune!’

In an instant Janet realized that her daughter had stolen the
ring from some VERY high priced jewelry boutique. It was too much. The
girl had gone to far and Janet knew she had to do something drastic to
stop her before it was too late. She stormed to the stairway and yelled
up to her daughter.

“Maria! Maria!” she shouted.

“What?” the girl screamed from her bedroom, not bothering to get
up for her mother. Her voice carried a bitchy, aggravated air to it.

“Get down here now!” Janet shouted angrily.

“Alright! Alright!” yelled Maria as she trudged down the hallway.
She glared angrily down at her mother for disturbing her.

“Is this yours?” Janet barked as she held up the sparkling ring.

“Yeah! What about it?”

“Where did you get it?” she demanded.

“None of your damn business!” Maria hissed back.

“You stole this! Didn’t you?”

“So what if I did?” Maria laughed, “What are you gonna do about
it?”

“This”, she said shaking the ring at her daughter, “is grand
larceny!”

“Oh, fuck off!” Maria bellowed as she turned and stomped back to
her bedroom. She closed the door behind herself and locked it.

Janet went into a fit of rage and bounded up the stairs, the ring
still tight in her grip. When she found the door locked she began
pounding madly on it with her fists.

“Open this door!” she yelled, her anger flooding through her like
a torrential hurricane.

“Fuck off!” came Maria’s muffled voice.

Janet turned away from the room and walked slowly back down the
stairs trying desperately to quell her temper. She had reach the
breaking point though and even her best efforts to calm herself failed.

“That girl needs some severe discipline!” she said quietly as she
headed for the kitchen.

Janet knew that the welfare of her daughter was at stake and knew
that she was going to have to take desperate measures to instill
respect and obedience in the out-of-control teenager. As she sat at
the table, trembling with rage, a plan began to develop in her mind.
She remembered the religious deprogrammers and the extreme measures
they had to go through to remove the brainwashing that cult leaders had
used on their victims. Janet decided a similar plan would be necessary
to save her daughter’s life.

Janet spent the rest of her day making lists and planning Maria’s
‘conversion’ to a disciplined and respectful human being. It was late
afternoon by the time she had formulated a complete plan and she had to
hurry to do her shopping before the stores closed. She bought most
everything from the local hardware store but stopped to make a few
purchases at the pharmacy.

Arriving home, Janet was relieved to see that Maria had gone out
but was infuriated with her failure to leave a note saying where she
was going. It was more fuel for the unquenchable furnace of anger
inside of her and it compelled her to even greater determination. She
stormed up to Maria’s bedroom and flung open the door. The room was a
filthy mess. Her first reaction was to clean it but she caught herself
and left the room as it was.

Janet’s first project was to replace Maria’s doorknob with
another, which did not have a lock. It wasn’t nearly as hard as she
thought it would be and her satisfaction with her work helped to urge
her on. She bolted padlocks to the frame of the small window that
opened onto the front yard and locked them tight. Next Janet tied a
single rope to the bottom of the brass headboard and let it drop to the
floor. She fastened two similar roped to either side of the footboard.

With satisfaction, Janet put the rest of her supplies in her own
closet and went to make herself dinner. As she ate she rehearsed her
plan over and over again in her mind. This was it, Maria’s last chance.
Once her ‘deprogramming’ was in motion, she knew she couldn’t turn
back.

Janet retired early in the evening. Her plan required her to be
up at odd hours and she knew she would need all the sleep she could
get.

At four AM she awoke with her alarm clock buzzing annoyingly in
her ear. When she finally regained full consciousness she climbed out
of bed and changed into her black one-piece bathing suit and tied her
long, jet-black hair up into a bun. She was going to need great freedom
of movement for her task and the bathing suit would afford her that
freedom. (more…)

Nineteen year old Brenda nervously approached the librarian,
then turned away, ashamed of herself, and began rumminging through the
books lining the shelves. Several times she looked over at the pretty
librarian who could have been no more than thirty years of age. Blond
haired with eyes of blue, several times Brenda thought of the woman in
a sexual way. When the librarian walked up to Brenda, Brenda noticed
she had large breasts that really stuffed her blouse. She also
noticed the woman’s legs, which were shapely and well rounded.
“Can I help you?” the librarian asked. “You seem to be looking
for something in particular that you can’t find?”
Brenda blushed and shook her head ‘no’.
The librarian walked back to her desk and, as she did so,
Brenda’s eyes were glued to the woman’s ass. It was magnificent,
Brenda thought.
The young librarian kept looking at Brenda from time to time
until she again came over to her. “I know you’re looking for
something in particular. Something in sex, perhaps?”
Brenda blushed again. “Well, yes, in a way.”
“A way?” The librarian smiled at Brenda, “Why don’t you
explain that … perhaps I can help you with your little problem?”
Brenda again blushed furiously. “I’m looking for …. for ….
for something…something on scatology!”
“I see,” the librarian didn’t bat an eye. “I’m afraid we don’t
have anything here on that subject, but I do have some papers and
stories on this at home. Would you care to join me there…say after
I get off work, at 4:00?”
“You have this all wrong, they’re not for me… I’m doing a
research paper on this,” Brenda hid her face in her hands.
The librarian let Brenda compose herself first, then … “Of
course I realize this, no young girl as pretty as yourself would be
caught dead doing something so disgusting!”
“I’m glad you feel that way, and yes, I would love to come to
your place and read those articles you speak of,” Brenda beamed.
“Here’s my address. Come by about 4:30 and you can read those
articles … for your research paper,” the librarian smiled.
“Oh, thank you,” Brenda looked at the address on the card.
“I’ll be there,” and she hurriedly left the library, quickly checking
her watch to see it was already a few minutes past three. She only
had a quick chance to shower before this apointment.
Brenda was very excited as she rang the doorbell at 1517 Maple
Drive a few minutes past 4:30 and quickly the door was opened by Ellen
in a stunning outfit.
“Come on in, I know you’re ready to start your work on
scatology,” Ellen stepped aside to let Brenda in. Ellen led Brenda
into the den. “On the table there, I think you’ll find all you need
for your research. I’ll be back every few minutes to check on you …
sort of give you a helping hand, so to speak.”
“OK,” Brenda walked over to the den table and saw the stack of
papers. “There’s so many! However did you collect all these?”
“I know several girls into this,” Ellen smiled at Brenda.
“Will you be all right here for a few minutes? I need to check on
something out in the kitchen. Go ahead with your work and I’ll be
back in a few minutes.”
“I’ll be fine, you go ahead,” Brenda began working her fingers
through the stack of papers and stories before her. Little did she
know that Ellen was simply hiding, watching her. Brenda sat down and
began reading. At once she became very aroused, these stories were
everything she had ever dreamed of … all the filth one could hope
for in a story.
Ellen was watching Brenda from a hidden doorway and saw the
girl slide her fingers inside her panties and began masturbating. She
was sure now, this girl wasn’t doing research, she was into this all
along … or at least aroused by it. Coughing once, she started into
the den and Brenda pulled her hand out from her panties and picked up
a pen to start making notes.
“Filthy, isn’t it?” Ellen laughed.
“It’s terrible!” Brenda remarked.
“You’re flushed! Don’t tell me that stuff makes you hot?”
Ellen leaned over the table.
Brenda laid the story down, “It’s hot in here. Do you think
you could open a window?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to open a window, why don’t you
strip down to panties and bra?” Ellen asked.
“Well, I suppose I could, I guess,” and Brenda began
stripping.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, all right?” Ellen moved away.
“All right … but don’t worry about me, I’ll be through with
your papers soon,” Brenda said. “At the rate I’m going, I’ll be
through soon.”
Ellen smiled and left the room. The minute she left the room,
Brenda slid her fingers inside her panties again and began
masturbating as she read the filthy story. Soon she had reached an
orgasm, but she didn’t stop there, she kept right on masturbating
until she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to drop the story
and whirl around, to see Ellen grinning.
“Those make you hot?” Ellen smiled.
“In a way,” Brenda blushed
“Honey, you masturbate all you want,” Ellen smiled. “I love
those nasty stories too!”
“Have you…ever done that to a girl?” Brenda asked.
“Two times,” Ellen recalled… “and it was great watching those
two girls chewing up my filthy shit!”
“Really?” Brenda stirred.
“Yes, really!” Ellen knew she had this girl hooked now. “You
go ahead and read those nasty stories and masturbate … all right?”
”’Thank you,” Brenda murmured and slid her fingers back into
her panties and picked up a new story to read. As she masturbated,
she glanced up several times at the librarian to see she was now
removing her clothes. This really caught her eye, this woman
disrobing right before her eyes. She watched Ellen taking her clothes
off down to a black garter belt and dark nylons. No panties! And her
big breasts were housed in a half bra that made them stand out.
“Oh, Ms. Ellen, you are simply beautiful!” Brenda exclaimed.
“Thank you, sweetie … are you through reading?” Ellen asked.
“I think so … I am getting rather hot!” Brenda admitted.
“Your body is making me hot!”
“Would you like to do something else?” Ellen asked.
“I… I think I’d better be going home,” Brenda stammered, yet
never taking her eyes off this woman.
“I need to shit right now,” Ellen smiled again.
Brenda swallowed hard, “Now?”
“Is that giving you ideas?” Ellen pushed her rump out in
Brenda’s direction.
For a long moment, Brenda just sat there, staring at Ellen’s
gorgeous rump, then slowly slid to her knees behind Ellen.
Ellen turned back around and looked down at the young girl on
her knees before her.
“Ms. Ellen,” Brenda stammered. “I have never done this before
but I’m dying to try it!”
“Try what?” Ellen walked across the room and sat down.
“You know,” Brenda blushed red.
“No, I don’t know what you mean.” Ellen knew very well what
this girl was talking about and wanted.
“Ms. Ellen, I’m scared!” Brenda kneed her way across the floor
to where Ellen was.
“Scared of what? If you’re scared, don’t do it,” Ellen
suggested.
“I…I think I want to try it,” Brenda could not keep her eyes
off the naked woman before her.
“Try what? Spell it out!” Ellen admonished.
“You are so pretty, I’d like to eat … eat your … SHIT!”
Brenda admitted.
“You want to be a shit-eater? Like those other two girls?”
Ellen questioned.
“I … I think so,” Brenda was constantly red-faced now.
“Those girls would beg me for it,” Ellen recalled.
“PLEASE …. SHIT in my mouth!” Brenda started begging.
“And you’re going to eat it?” Ms. Ellen smiled down at the
girl.
“Yes … I will eat your shit!” Brenda grunted lewdly.
Ellen stood up, “Come with me, “ON YOUR KNEES!”
Brenda followed Ellen into the bathroom on her knees.
“Get in the bathtub, face up,” Ellen ordered. Once Brenda had
laid back in the tub, Ellen got up on the sides of the tub and
squatted down. “My other sluts tell me my shit tastes like sugar …
so you had better be as good to me as they are!” Ellen looked down.
“OPEN YOUR TOILET MOUTH! First I’m going to give you some pee!” She
began squirting out a stream of hot piss that splattered in Brenda’s
mouth. “DRINK IT!”
Brenda swallowed again and again until the stream stopped, her
face wet. Ellen grunted slightly and her asshole blossomed out and a
turd started crawling out, inch by slow inch, giving Brenda a good
look at her upcoming meal and a smell as well. It dropped down until
it was about to slip between Brenda’s lips when it broke loose,
dropping into Brenda’s mouth.
“EAT SHIT!” Ellen demanded.
Brenda began chewing up the nasty shit.
“Do you like that shitty taste?” Ellen looked down.
“YES! OH YES! I love this nasty taste!” Brenda mumbled around
the piece of crap in her mouth.
“Good, I’m glad you like that nasty taste … I’m sorry I don’t
have any more for you right now,” Ellen got off the tub. “Do you need
to shit now?”
“I think I can, a little,” Brenda answered.
“Good, get out of the tub and shit right on this towel I’m
spreading for you. Since you like shit so much, you can eat your own!
Have you ever done that?”
“No,” Brenda squatted. She made a face and shit began
literally to flow from her asshole. She squeezed and pressed several
times until she told Ms. Ellen that she was through.
“Turn around then, and look at your shit on that towel!” Ellen
pointed down.
Brenda turned around and looked down at her pile of shit, all
gooey and slimy. “Do I have to eat my own shit, Ms. Ellen?” Brenda
asked.
“Yes, shit-lover … eat your own shit. Get your mouth down
there and start eating it!” Ellen pushed Brenda’s head down into the
pile of dirty crap.
Brenda’s face remained in the pile of crap several seconds as
Ellen rubbed her face in it, then she started licking it up when Ellen
released her face.
“Does it taste as good as mine?” Ellen asked.
“NO! No way! Yours was very sweet compared to mine,” Brenda
kept licking up the crap.
“That’s good to hear,” Ellen petted Brenda’s hair. “FILTHY
SHIT-EATER!”
Brenda continued until the small pile was gone and raised up.
“Wash your face now, then we’ll work out a schedule for you,”
Ellen grinned.
“Brenda washed her face and walked back into the front room
where Ellen was seated.
“Let’s see now, I think I’ve got a schedule worked out for you
to come over here and serve as my toilet, would you like that?” Ellen
glanced at the girl.
“Yes, Ms. Ellen … I think I’d like that a lot!” Brenda
licked her lips.
“Good, you will come over here on Thursday … I normally take
a shit about five in the afternoon, about the same time you did it
this afternoon … and I might have another woman here this
Thursday,” Ellen studied Brenda’s face closely for her reaction to
this news.
Brenda blushed but didn’t say a work.
“We also can do some other things that I think you might like,”
Ellen added. “NASTY things!”
Again Brenda blushed but didn’t say a word.
“I see you haven’t said a word. Does that mean you’re totally
agreeable to all these things? I wouldn’t want an unwilling slave!”
Ellen smiled.
“No, Goddess,” Brenda wilted.
“Good!” Ellen stood up. “Be here next Thursday … on time. I
will have a BIG load for you this time!”
“Yes, Goddess,” Brenda mumbled.
“Now, you may leave. I’ll see you next Thursday,” Ellen
grinned.

Nineteen year old Brenda nervously approached the librarian,
then turned away, ashamed of herself, and began rumminging through the
books lining the shelves. Several times she looked over at the pretty
librarian who could have been no more than thirty years of age. Blond
haired with eyes of blue, several times Brenda thought of the woman in
a sexual way. When the librarian walked up to Brenda, Brenda noticed
she had large breasts that really stuffed her blouse. She also
noticed the woman’s legs, which were shapely and well rounded.
“Can I help you?” the librarian asked. “You seem to be looking
for something in particular that you can’t find?”
Brenda blushed and shook her head ‘no’. (more…)

Linda’s mother, Ruth, was getting dressed. She was dressing in some of
her finer clothing.

“Mommie, where are you going, dressing up like that?” Linda asked as she
watched her mother applying make-up.

“I’m going over to Marilyn’s. You know Marilyn, honey, right across
behind us, that apartment on top. She and I are getting together with
other ladies for a night of bridge. Don’t wait up for me, I might be
late.”

Thirteen year old Linda watched her mother apply the last of her
make-up. She checked it several times, too many times Linda felt for
someone going to a bridge party and very meticulous care was used. (more…)

Twenty-five year old Sarah brushed her hair. Her long, blond hair
hung in tight curls about her shoulders. Laying the brush aside, she
stood. She checked her appearance in the mirror again, for the
thousandth time. A pink blouse with a short, pale white skirt was her
dress for this special day. She wore heels … then decided against
the heels. Kicking them off, she took out a pair of loafers and
slipped them on. She brushed her hair back behind her ears and
stepped away from the mirror.
This was a VERY special day for Sarah. For months she had searched
her city, a big city … for a VERY special entertainment. She had
searched and asked around in all the hidden, alternative lifestyles
throughout the city. Then one day, out of the blue, she received a
phone call:
“Hello,” Sarah greeted her caller.
“Hello,” a woman answered. “My name is Rita. It took me a while
to get your phone number.”
“And?” Sarah was puzzled.
“Through a very discreet channel,” Rita started…”I understand you
are looking for an alternative lifestyle?”
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat, for a moment she couldn’t respond to
the caller (more…)

Vivienne, a 34 year old teacher and a blond with a very lovely
figure, was the subject of a prank by three girls in her sophomore
class. These girls had admired Vivienne’s figure and were very
envious of her from the way the boys all looked at her and behaved
around her. So they decided among themselves to play a prank on her.

After discussing several options, they decided on this one.
They purchased some cookie dough and excitedly took it to
Nancy’s home. Her mother wouldn’t return until later in the evening,
so the girls had a chance to make cookies for Miss Vivienne …. a
cookie dough that would change each of their lives forever!
Back at Nancy’s home, they quickly broke open the package of
dough and placed it in a bowl. Then, sitting the bowl on the floor,
Nancy squatted over the bqwl and pushed out a small amount of shit.
Since it was so small, Kerry took her turn at squatting over the bowl
and strained and strained but was unable to produce more than a thin
rope, barely more than three inches long. Then Betty took her turn.
She too didn’t need to shit more than a thin rope, but together the
three girls produced enough so they would be able to mix it with the
dough. Giggling incessantly, the girls took turns mixing the shit up
with the cookie dough until the shit was reduced to the same
consistency as the dough. Placing this mixture on cookie trays, a
dozen on each tray, they popped them into the oven. The smell was
minimal, surprisingly, and Nancy sprayed the kitchen and they all kept
giggling, envisioning Vivienne eating their shit cookies. (more…)

Linda’s mother, Ruth, was getting dressed. She was dressing in some of
her finer clothing.

“Mommie, where are you going, dressing up like that?” Linda asked as she
watched her mother applying make-up.

“I’m going over to Marilyn’s. You know Marilyn, honey, right across
behind us, that apartment on top. She and I are getting together with
other ladies for a night of bridge. Don’t wait up for me, I might be
late.”

Thirteen year old Linda watched her mother apply the last of her
make-up. She checked it several times, too many times Linda felt for
someone going to a bridge party and very meticulous care was used.

Checking her watch, Ruth glanced at Linda and Linda thought she saw a
hint of a blush from her mother, a very alluring woman in her middle
thirties. “Remember honey, don’t wait up for me.” With that, she was out
the front door.

For a few minutes, Linda leafed through a magazine, but her mind kept
returning to the way her mother had dressed. Laying the magazine aside,
Linda got up and, going to a closet, took out a pair of binoculars. Going
back into her mother’s bedroom, she opened the drapes and focused her
glasses on Marilyn’s apartment, probably 100 feet away. She was unable to
see anything as she was looking directly into Marilyn’s bedroom. Training
her glasses over to another window, the living room, Linda saw her mother.
She was with Marilyn who also was dressed nicely. Not once did they get a
card table out, not once. (more…)

The smell of hot coffee slowly brought Alice out of her deep
sleep. Her stomach ached, but that was not surprising considering
what and how much she had eaten the night before. Her bowels ached
and churned but she knew the reason for that too. She also knew the
cause of the throbbing pain in her asshole and pussy. After all, both
holes had been stuffed with dildos, fruits and fists. Her mouth
tasted like shit, but she smiled to herself because she knew why it
did, and the thought made her aching pussy moisten. The worst part
was the terrible hangover – her head felt like it was about to
explode. She had never remembered being that drunk before in her life
and now she was paying for it. As the smell of the coffee slowly woke
her, she began to remember more and more about last night, especially
that strange dream about her daughter.
Her eyes finally opened but everything was blurry. She finally
noticed her daughter, Barbara, sitting in a chair beside her bed.
“Good morning, Mom,” Barbara said. “I brought you some coffee.
Boy, that was some night, wasn’t it? I’ve never seen you drunk like
that.” (more…)